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(Traphouse Mob)
Woo
Woo, woo, woo (Grrt)
(Swirv)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm losin' my f**kin' mind
Grrt
Baow, woo

I don't got time for no minimum wage (Uh)
It's fifty K to go on stage (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Woo, woo, woo
I don't got time for no minimum wage
It's fifty K to go on stage
Woo, woo, woo

Look, I pop a perc' for dinner (Woo)
Sinner, winner
Pop Smoke drillin'
I'll do a drill in the Wraith
I'll go jump you with the apes
He gon' send shots where you lay

And I'ma pull up with the K (Brrt)
HK, SK (Woah)
Trap Manny let it spray
I'm tryna put 'em in the grave (Sheesh)
Can't be workin' no minimum wage (Nah)
B*t*h, Trap Manny is my name
It's gon' be a man down and that's on the set (Woo)
Glock 9, infrared (Woo, woo)
You better run when you see Dread (Woo)
'Cause boy aimin' for your head
Know that we puttin' in pain
Aimin' for your (Baow)
Boy, aimin' for your brain (Brrt)

Know we do it for the gang (Woo)
HB, Flossy (Woo)
Catch a opp, do him like Cain (Brrt)
And I still got the Perc' for the yaks
Opps still runnin', like Ricky, ain't catch 'em yet
From the BK, back to the BX
Disrespect my n***a Pop Smoke, get a hole in your chest (Yeah)

And I'm opposition K (Sheesh)
EBK, EBK
Fry that n***a, fish fillet
I'm known for puttin' in pain
And spinnin' in the Wraith (Uh)
While I'm chillin' with your bae (Yeah)
You wifin' a thot and I'm f**kin' her face
'Member west state, grizzin', I was up-state
I was spinnin' the yard, always kept a blade
N***a try me, he goin' end up running from pain
I scammed you for nothing, still play in them banks (Ha-ha)
Trappin', scammin'
B*t*h, it's Pop Smoke, Trap Manny
That big .38 on me ain't jammin'

If you ain't jacking Woo, then get out the way
If you ain't jacking HB, get out the way
If you ain't jacking Pop, then get out the way
If you ain't jacking Trap, then get out the way
Hit that boy up, then fly to LA
Woo, ayy, ayy
Know that we duckin' the jakes (Yeah)

And if you try to hide, we'll find where you stay (Woo)
Waitin' for you (Sheesh)
Pop out and get popped in the face
Pop will pull up .22, I tote big .38s (Yeah)
Aimin', blowin' (Yeah)
Six shots, it disfigured his face (Sheesh)
We goin' have his homies put his face on a chain (Yeah)
Bullets rainin', it's stormin' (Woo)
Chopper sound like thunder when it sprays
Lot of n***as tellin', gotta watch what I say
Huh, Raf Simmons, transformin', yeah (Sheesh)
I'ma hit 'em up and then gon' fly to LA (Baow)

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